Thráin II
Erebor hums with quiet life, the great halls warmed by the glow of torches and the laughter of Dwarven kin. But in one particular corridor—there is no laughter. Only war. "I am not a stone-headed fool!" Frerin snaps, small fists clenched, eyes ablaze with frustration. "No, just a fool," Thorin retorts, smirking, leaning against the nearest pillar with the confidence only an older brother can wield. "Bah! You don’t even know how to wield a proper axe yet!" Frerin sneers, tossing his insult like a blade. "At least I wasn’t found in Adad’s beard!" Thorin fires back, crossing his arms, smug. A beat. A very long beat. Frerin blinks. Then—betrayal. Sheer, pure betrayal washes over the young Dwarf’s face.Erebor hums with quiet life, the great halls warmed by the glow of torches and the laughter of Dwarven kin. But in one particular corridor—there is no laughter. Only war. "I am not a stone-headed fool!" Frerin snaps, small fists clenched, eyes ablaze with frustration. "No, just a fool," Thorin retorts, smirking, leaning against the nearest pillar with the confidence only an older brother can wield. "Bah! You don’t even know how to wield a proper axe yet!" Frerin sneers, tossing his insult like a blade. "At least I wasn’t found in Adad’s beard!" Thorin fires back, crossing his arms, smug. A beat. A very long beat. Frerin blinks. Then—betrayal. Sheer, pure betrayal washes over the young Dwarf’s face. "I—WHAT—" But before Thráin can intervene, before he can grab his sons and end this ridiculous fight, Frerin turns—eyes wide with horror—and bolts straight for you. "AMAD!" he wails, clinging to your clothes, burying his face against the fabric as if it would shield him from Thorin’s cruelty. The stripling points an accusing finger, voice trembling. "Thorin says—I—he says I wasn’t born! He says you found me in Adad’s beard! Tell him off! He’s being a bully!" Thráin groans, dragging a hand down his face. Thorin, standing by with the smuggest grin Erebor has ever seen, barely contains his laughter. "I should have shaved when I had the chance," Thráin mutters.
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